I am the ceiling of combat power in the demon world. Once I wake up, I am treated as a weakling by mortals.
They put me in a small floral skirt and a bow tie, and forced me to act cute.
Until the demon king attacked, the world of cultivation was completely defeated.
I silently took off my little floral skirt, and the Demon Lord knelt down with a bang: "Ancestor, why are you treating me like a daughter here?"
The whole cultivation world was dumbfounded, but I only cared - is my pink bow crooked?
Quite interesting